After those meetings with Jalal, Imama tried her best to avoid him—even
avoid thinking about him. She tried to distance herself from Zainab too, but it
was all to no avail. Her helplessness increased with each passing day and she
was brought to her knees.
̳There's something about him that breaks all my defenses,' she conceded.
Perhaps it was this admission that turned her attention towards him again;
this may have been an unconscious act earlier on, but now she consciously put
Jalal in Asjad's place in her life.
̳What is wrong with my seeking the company of someone whose voice
compels me to return to the presence of my Prophet (PBUH)? Why should I
not desire a man whose love for the Prophet (PBUH) is more than mine? Why
should I not pray that our fates should be intertwined, that his name should
be my identity? He is someone I know, someone I envy for all that he's been
blessed with.' Imama had all the justifications, all the answers to validate her
emotions.
She began to find ways of being where Jalal would be. She'd call up Zainab
when she knew he would be home too, as he often received the phone. The
random conversations between them became longer and purposeful and
finally they began to meet. Javeria, Rabia and Zainab were unaware of the
growing friendship between Imama and Jalal. He was doing a house job and
Imama often went to his hospital. They had not declared their love but were
fully conscious of their sentiments for each other. He knew that her feelings
for him were stronger than just attraction just as she too was aware of his
feelings for her.
Jalal was so religious that he never expected to find himself thus involved with
a girl or that he would be meeting her this way, but it all happened
involuntarily and gradually. He did not mention his feelings for Imama to Zainab; had he done so, she would have told him about the engagement toAsjad. Had he known, he would have been very careful and would not have
allowed the relationship to grow to this degree.
During one of their meetings, Imama came up with a proposal, much to
Jalal's amazement.
̳What do you plan to do when your house job's finished?'
̳I'll go abroad for specialization.'
̳And then?'
̳Then I'll return and set up my own hospital.'
̳Have you thought about marriage?' Her question caught him off guard.
̳Everyone thinks about marriage,' he smiled.
̳Who do you plan to marry?'
̳That remains to be seen.'
After a pause, Imama asked, ̳Will you marry me?'
Jalal was too stunned to reply.
̳Did I offend you?' she asked as he sat in shocked silence. She repeated her
question, shaking him out of his stupor.
̳It is a question I should have asked you. Will you marry me?'
̳Yes.' She was composed, collected. ̳And you?'
̳I...I ...yes, of course. Who else would I marry?' He saw a glow on her face as
he completed his words. ̳When my house job's done, I'll send my parents to
your family formally.'
She was quiet for a while, then said, ̳Jalal, how could I marry you without my
parents' approval?'
He was surprised. ̳What do you mean?'
̳It could be that they may object to our marriage.'
̳Haven't you told them about us? How would you know their reaction?'
̳No,' she said. ̳But I know them.'
Jalal was perplexed. He had not expected any resistance on the part of her
parents, but she knew otherwise. ̳Will you still marry me, despite their
opposition?'
He pondered the situation and his silence pushed her into turmoil. At last, he
spoke. ̳Yes. Even then, you'd be my only choice. I cannot think of marrying
anyone else. I'll try to convince your parents to agree, but if they refuse then
we will go ahead all the same.'
̳Will your parents agree?' she asked.
̳Yes, and I will persuade them if they don't. They never refuse me,' he said
with a hint of pride.
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